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The first dog I owned as an adult was a beautiful wire fox terrier named Max. On our first day together, I carried Max into the house in a crate, gently set the crate down in the living room and opened the door. Max hesitantly poked his eight-week-old head through the door, looked around and, very slowly, stepped out. He sniffed around for about five seconds and then… urinated all over my recently refinished hardwood floor. It was an instant reminder that, along with all of the years of joy and companionship we would share together, Max was going to...